To the happy few, who know when to arrive and depart gracefully.
Tuesday, 24 May 2016
Every so often, the illusion of falling into an abyss is more persuasive than a displaced pendulum.
Fight-or-flight-or-fuckulatory_compliance.
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Seeing oscillations, bending space and time.
Friday, 13 May 2016
If you walk on the same path many more times and more, a secret garden starts to bloom. By day, roses and lilies are pairing, and efflorescence of stranger kinds. By night, a waxing and waning forest, Jekyll and Hyde.